Glaceon Novels & Stories

My blood seems to hum with each revelation. The hybrid child—the one who would bear two marks, one of moonlight and one of shadow. I am the child of this prophecy. I bear the marks, even if I don’t fully understand their meaning yet. The crescent birthmark behind my left ear—that’s the mark of the Moon Goddess, but now, Bran reveals something even more startling. A faint glow has begun to form on my back, a mark of shadow, and it’s growing stronger each day.